Week eight was Brian Brent again. He was speaking on the gospel message. I thought it would be the same thing again but it wasn't. Although we were practicing preaching the gospel, my heart began to believe it even more when the words came out of my mouth.
The gospel is a powerful thing and when you hear yourself preach the gospel, it is even more powerful because it's coming from your own lips. Every day that week we renewed and strengthened our belief in Jesus. HE IS REAL. We broke off every last bit of fear and passivity. WE ARE FREE.
As we started to prepare for war we began to realize that outreach was coming up, we would leave in only a couple of weeks... It was becoming reality and none of us could believe it.
Week nine David Gava spoke to and encouraged our school. He prophesied over our teams and built us up. It was amazing and the Holy Spirit was so encouraging us and lifting our hearts up!
The two weeks following David Gava were good. We were getting antsy and were very ready to leave. I was so ready to go to India. My heart was practically already there.... But my heart also hurt, more than normal actually... my lungs were hurting too and I was very dizzy and nauseous often. I finally decided to see the campus doctor and just get my ears checked (I still thought there still might be fluid in there). So during prayer room that day I got permission to go see the doctor. I told them what was happening and also told them it was probably just the fluid. The doctor did all the normal check up things, he checked in my ears, shined that annoying little light into my eyes, and listened to my heart.... and kept listening... and called another doctor in to listen... and listen some more... and exchange frightened glances... and listen some more... I began to get worried and asked, "Uhmm, is something wrong?" the doctor looked at me and said "You have a very loud and violent heart murmur and I cannot give you clearance to leave for India until you get it check out by a cardiologist."..... "What?" I looked at him blankly as he explained some things further but I could hardly hear him over my thoughts. "WHAT?" I thought. I exited the doctor's office and walked up to where my leaders were. Everyone was just getting out of the prayer room. I didn't want to see anyone, I was searching for my leaders, trying not to cry.... Finally I found one of them and she asked me how everything went. I broke down, crying in heavy sobs, I couldn't stand and melted to the ground in a puddle of tears. I explained everything to her and my other leaders as they gathered. I called my mom who immediately had a conference call with my doctor from home and the doctor on campus. They called me back after they discussed everything and decided it was best for me to come home. My world ended when I heard those words. I didn't understand what was happening.
The next few hours of my day were spent packing, praying and hanging with my roomies. The next day was saturday and I was determined to have fun. It was the "Love Feast" where we would all dress to the nines and enjoy a delicious dinner!
Saturday finally arrived and my roomies and I got ready. After we were all dressed and prettied I went to take pictures with my team and we all had a fun night of feasting and fellowship. At the end of the night I told my team the news and they prayed over me. For the first time that weekend I felt peace.
The next day I was taken to the air port and about 12 hours later I arrived in Oklahoma... "Alright God..." I thought, "You're still good and I still trust you!"
The gospel is a powerful thing and when you hear yourself preach the gospel, it is even more powerful because it's coming from your own lips. Every day that week we renewed and strengthened our belief in Jesus. HE IS REAL. We broke off every last bit of fear and passivity. WE ARE FREE.
As we started to prepare for war we began to realize that outreach was coming up, we would leave in only a couple of weeks... It was becoming reality and none of us could believe it.
Week nine David Gava spoke to and encouraged our school. He prophesied over our teams and built us up. It was amazing and the Holy Spirit was so encouraging us and lifting our hearts up!
The two weeks following David Gava were good. We were getting antsy and were very ready to leave. I was so ready to go to India. My heart was practically already there.... But my heart also hurt, more than normal actually... my lungs were hurting too and I was very dizzy and nauseous often. I finally decided to see the campus doctor and just get my ears checked (I still thought there still might be fluid in there). So during prayer room that day I got permission to go see the doctor. I told them what was happening and also told them it was probably just the fluid. The doctor did all the normal check up things, he checked in my ears, shined that annoying little light into my eyes, and listened to my heart.... and kept listening... and called another doctor in to listen... and listen some more... and exchange frightened glances... and listen some more... I began to get worried and asked, "Uhmm, is something wrong?" the doctor looked at me and said "You have a very loud and violent heart murmur and I cannot give you clearance to leave for India until you get it check out by a cardiologist."..... "What?" I looked at him blankly as he explained some things further but I could hardly hear him over my thoughts. "WHAT?" I thought. I exited the doctor's office and walked up to where my leaders were. Everyone was just getting out of the prayer room. I didn't want to see anyone, I was searching for my leaders, trying not to cry.... Finally I found one of them and she asked me how everything went. I broke down, crying in heavy sobs, I couldn't stand and melted to the ground in a puddle of tears. I explained everything to her and my other leaders as they gathered. I called my mom who immediately had a conference call with my doctor from home and the doctor on campus. They called me back after they discussed everything and decided it was best for me to come home. My world ended when I heard those words. I didn't understand what was happening.
The next few hours of my day were spent packing, praying and hanging with my roomies. The next day was saturday and I was determined to have fun. It was the "Love Feast" where we would all dress to the nines and enjoy a delicious dinner!
Saturday finally arrived and my roomies and I got ready. After we were all dressed and prettied I went to take pictures with my team and we all had a fun night of feasting and fellowship. At the end of the night I told my team the news and they prayed over me. For the first time that weekend I felt peace.
The next day I was taken to the air port and about 12 hours later I arrived in Oklahoma... "Alright God..." I thought, "You're still good and I still trust you!"
